M TJTMaira- Yep you're right Morgana has been extremely frustrating recently but being afraid is a pretty good excuse. Hahaha and Arthur is extremely extremely emotional but not extremely destructive.

Autumn Moon Fae- I feel really sorry for Gwaine as he is trying to be nice and is getting payed back with snide comments. I'm sure Morgana will always be able to have a reason to be evil. She is too stubborn and determined.

Enjoy this chapter.

Morgana's heart pounded vigorously making her feel nauseous and faint. The distant noises of Gwaine opening her cell felt like they were in another world.

"Morgana," Gwaine called softly. "Come on."

"I thought you were different from the other knights. Obviously not. You have quite some nerve to lead me to my doom," Morgana said dangerously but softly.

"Would you want me to let the guards drag you there?" Gwaine retorted. Morgana knew the answer to that question but was too stubborn to give in. At least Morgana was going to learn something by being burnt at the stake- that dying wasn't so easy after all.

Gwaine tenderly grasped Morgana's arm and lead her out of the dungeons. They walked at a quickened pace until they got to the door of the courtyard. Gwaine stopped right there willing himself to go on. He knew that the crowds for Morgana's execution would be like nothing he had seen at any other execution. They would be extraordinarily vast as Morgana was an enemy that everyone loathed and was also the kings half-sister. It was a seldom occurrence if no one knew anyone that had been indirectly killed by Morgana.

Gwaine knew it was cruel but it had to be done so he forced the door open with all the strength he could muster. As Gwaine had foretold. the crowds outside were crazy and hateful. Arthur stood with a couple of guards on the balcony but Gwen was nowhere to be seen. Nor was Gaius or Merlin. Leading a furious Morgana to the stake, he passed jeering people who taunted her.

"Witch! You deserve no less," cried out one man.

"Murderess," people taunted quietly.

"Traitor," snarled people that Morgana had known before she had turned against Camelot. Everyone wanted to hurt Morgana either physically or mentally. She just ignored it as she had been picked on by nearly everybody in the world and was used to it by now. People tried to touch the witch or hit or kick her or even pull out her midnight locks of hair. Morgana had decided to take up the act of damsel in distress. It would torture Gwen and Arthur even more than her rebellious act, though it would make her appear considerably weak. Her death would have an impact on everybody in Camelot. To sentence her to death was either going to end up as a good or bad decision. The negative side of sentencing Morgana to death would be rebelling from other sorcerers and sorceresses. They had all heard about the famous Morgana Pendragon, High Priestess of the Old Religion, uniting the old ways so surely her death would come as a blow to then and rouse the rebellious creatures inside them. The positive side being that there would be no bloodshed or deaths caused by the witch.

Menacingly pointing his sword at the crowd to stay out of their path, Gwaine had to shove a few people out the way. At one point the number of people dying to physically hurt Morgana became so overwhelming that Gwaine had to call the guards to come and help him. Every inch of Morgana's body was either cut or badly bruised by the time her and Gwaine reached the stake. Gwaine had tried to protect her without inflicting pain in the people who had tried to hurt Morgana, therefore he had a bloody wound across his face. Gwaine gave Morgana's arm a small squeeze as he hauled her onto the pyre. He wanted to reassure her but it would be hopeless because it wouldn't have any effect. Gwaine's muscles had turned rock solid and he nodded to the guards to tie Morgana up as he could not persuade himself to do it. Instead, Gwaine turned away, walking to the door that he had just come out, his head bowed down staring at the ground. As soon as they brought the torch, Gwaine had decided he would slip into the castle, unnoticed.

"At least when I ruled Camelot I abided by my own laws," Morgana shouted dangerously. Suddenly there was a great chill in the and even the elated people now felt considerably miserable. "You sought out a sorcerer to heal your father but the sorcerer killed your father. That's why you do not tell anyone your deepest secrets, especially the creep you had for an uncle. So you've killed your father and now your are going to kill your dear sister. What kind of people are you to want a King that kills in cold blood? Kills innocent and guilty alike whether children or adults. Magic is no crime, just a gift. May all your children become ashes if they are found with magic." The two guards forced a struggling Morgana to the stake. If looks could kill, Morgana was killing thousands of people. Binding her wrists with rough rope, the guards hands got drenched in Morgana's blood as blood was gushing out her wrists. The rope had broken her skin which had already been raw red. Arthur whom had been completely silent the whole time and had been watching everything blankly nodded his head before heading into the castle. Gwaine followed Arthur's suit but managed to do it without attracting any attention to himself. A guard took the torch and lit the pyre. In reaction to this the crowds jeers and cries became alarmingly loud. The flame spread like wild fire, snaking its way to the stake. Morgana's emerald eyes looked reflected the flames making them look like they were on fire. Making Morgana look wild, vicious and untameable. The flames also gave her pale skin a red tinge. Seconds later, Morgana was not visible because of thick smoke and giant, dancing flames. The crowd grew more and more elated as they sang, cheered and jeered. A few minutes later the fire had grown to an uncontrollable size and even the partying crowd was backing away. None of them daring to think what it would have been like if there were in Morgana's position.

Merlin! Come to the usual clearing. There was only one living thing he knew that could talk like this- Kilgharrah. It took two minutes for Merlin to dart through the trees to the clearing. He had remained in the forest all night, not wanting to infuriate a grief stricken and furious Arthur or witness Morgana's execution.

"You were quick, young warlock," Kilgharrah boomed.

"I was in the woods," Merlin replied glumly. "It's broad daylight and someone will see you."

"I must tell you that a new prophecy has been seen by a seer," Kilgharrah called, taking off smoothly.

"I don't want to know what it is," Merlin firmly shouted. "I've seen into the future and it just spoils and creates what happens. You have told me what Morgana and Mordred are going to become but in the end perhaps things would be different if you hadn't told me." The dragon steadily began to descend landing gracefully on a deserted island.

"No will hear our important news here," the Great Dragon tranquilly spoke. "You are angry at me, warlock. Why?"

"I'm not," Merlin fumed.

"Why are you angry then? I can sense emotions. After living for a thousand years, I could not imagine how stupid I would be if I could not sense emotions."

"Me and Arthur... Well we had an argument and he, um, he threatened me with death and he said he would kill me if he ever saw me again."

"We cannot let this happen. You must apologise. What was this argument about?" Kilgharrah inquisitively asked.

"Not a lot really. Arthur's just mentally breaking down so he isn't himself," Merlin sighed, exasperated.

"Why is he breaking down? It sounds serious?"

"He is about to kill his sister," Merlin stuttered.

"The witch?" Merlin nodded mutely. "You must not let this happen." Merlin stared at the dragon bewildered. Kilgharrah who hated Morgana did not want her dead. It took some time for Kilgharrah's words to sink in to him.

"WHAT!" Merlin gasped, his heart thumping so fast he felt sick.

"You need to free the witch and then kill her yourself," the Great Dragon snarled. "We cannot afford for Arthur to be emotionally unstable especially with the Saxons around."

"So you want to make me emotionally unstable," Merlin confusedly asked.

"No bu-"

"It doesn't matter," Merlin retaliated darkly. "Morgana

will be dead already."

"The burden on your shoulders is increasing bit by bit everyday but this is going to be alarmingly difficult even for you. You shall have to protect Camelot from the Saxons, make sure that Arthur doesn't metally breakdown and prevent Arthur's bane from occurring soon. The seers are saying that Arthur's bane shall soon be nigh. You must ensure that this doesn't happen. The Once and Future King of Albion must live to a good age and he has not even united the lands of Albion yet. Mordred must perish. He is no friend to any of us. The seers spoke of three people who would need to ally together to save Arthur from his bane. These three names are Emrys," Kilgharrah leaned forward and whispered the last two names in Merlin's ear.

"Morrigan," Merlin deeply replied. "I have defiantly heard of Morrigan somewhere but I have not heard of the other name. Have you heard of those names?"

"Not the last name but I have heard of Morrigan. Morrigan is the Goddess of battle and strife though I do not think the legend is referring to this mythical Goddess. I think it would have to be a human who was named after the Goddess," Kilgharrah droned.

"So you want me to find two people that I haven't even heard of while protecting and changing the King's mental state," Merlin asked incredulously.

"Yes," replied Kilgharrah hopefully.

"That is almost impossible," Merlin groaned.

"That is what a pessimist says but an optimist would say that it is possible. Looking at the same view from different angles."

"Thanks for the riddle, old friend. I should probably be getting back to Camelot soon. I need to make up with Arthur and Gaius will be out of his mind with worry."

"I have nothing more to say to you except from good luck," Kilgharrah wisely said. "Let the possible begin."

"More like let the impossible begin," Merlin muttered.

Even as the flames rose higher and higher a girl sprinted to them. Her long black hair lashing out behind her. All of a sudden a mighty wind blew the fire and smoke towards the poor girl. Inhaling as little smoke as possible she scarcely missed the fire and unfortunately burned her milky white arms. This wind extinguished the fire which had been uncontrollably raging for at least fifteen minutes. When all the smoke and fire had finally cleared everyone was shocked to see an almost unscathed Morgana still tied to an intact stake. The aroma changed from a joyful one to an intense one within a split second. Cheering and jeering from the crowd turned into worried whispers and some people fled from the witch, fearing for their lives. The only part of Morgana which was scathed was her wrists which were still dripping with blood from when they had roughly tied her up. The girl with the black hair who arms were burnt was dashing towards Morgana, deftly stabbing the guards which tried to block her path. Holding her sword up to a struggling Morgana, the sawed through the ropes being careful not to damage Morgana's wrists even further. The girl threw her sword carelessly away supporting Morgana who looked close to collapsing. Sir Leon picked up the girls sword and pointed it at the girl.

"Careful," the girl warned. "I am thirteen years old and my sister shall hear about this."

"What do you think you are you doing?" Sir Leon asked violently. He stared deeply into the girls stormy blue eyes trying to work out what kind of accent she had as he had not heard an accent like it before.

"I am defiantly not trying to save Morgana," the girl giggled showing no fear. Morgana woke up from the trance that she was in when her name was said and stared blankly at Sir Leon having trouble taking in what was going on.

"What is your name?" Sir Leon snarled not amused at how funny the girl was finding this situation.

"Why should I tell you?" the girl cheekily retorted.

"Because I have a sword pointing against your back," Sir Leon pointedly said.

"Ah true but I still shan't tell you."

"HER NAME IS CATE!" shouted a man in the crowd.

"That is incorrect," the girl silkily laughed. "I lied to the whole world telling them my name was Cate and I do intend on telling you my real name just yet." The girl was telling the truth the name Cate was merely a name that she used to hide her true identity. In fact only two people had ever known her true name, her mother and herself. All this commotion and screams had caused Arthur to timidly venture back out onto the balcony to see what was the cause of this distress.

"I take it you are Arthur Pendragon, the boy who nearly condemned his sister to a slow and painful death. But why would you kill your sister?" the girl taunted.

"This is none of your concern, child," Arthur pretended to fume though he was not too sure why he was feeling extremely elated to see Morgana still alive. He knew that he was going to have to kill Morgana anyway but he still felt relieved to see those healthy emerald eyes.

"But it is my concern, Arthur Pendragon. I have two secrets that I shall tell you. Hleap on bæc." Suddenly Sir Leon was blasted back as the girl's blue flickered gold. The girl grabbed the sword that Sir Leon had dropped and carefully threw it at Morgana who adeptly caught it. A came gliding at the girl who snatched it and pulling Morgana along with her, started running while yelling, "THE OTHER SECRET IS I AM MORGANA'S HALF-SISTER!"

Morgana had finally caught up on what was going on and bewilderedly shouted, "WHAT!"

"I'll explain later," her sister said. "It would take out the fun of trying to escape from Camelot.

"After them," Sir Leon ordered saving poor Arthur the trouble. Arthur trembled back inside the castle only thinking of one thing- blissful sleep. It would have been too stressful for Arthur to think of anything else. Arthur's heart was broken and he was hurt almost to the point of human endurance but he was a natural born warrior so he was going to fight it until he dropped dead.

Lunging a sword into a soldiers heart, Morgana's half sister dashed up to a terrified rearing horse and was able to soothe it within the blink of an eye. Suddenly a guard took Morgana's half sister by surprise and deeply wounded her stomach. Morgana's sister got her revenge, easily finishing off the guard.

"MORGANA!" she shouted painfully wincing. "Hurry up and get on this horse." Morgana instantly mounted the horse and without any delay the horse galloped off. The guards had no hope of keeping up with them though a few daring guards threw themselves on horses backs and payed the price by getting thrown off. They knocked over tables and wrecked the whole place as they galloped out Camelot struggling to stay on the horse's back as the horse was not wearing any tack. As they began to gallop away from Camelot, Morgana could sense her sister falling unconscious which made the ride a whole load more daunting. The horse almost seemed to sense that her sister was unconscious and immediately ceased moving. Morgana wearily slid off the horse, ripping a long strip of material off her cloak. Cautiously she tied this material round the horses neck and coaxed the horse to move on with her sister still on the horses back. Fortunately they had made it into the depths of the forest making it hard for the guards of Camelot to track her. Gwaine was right about one thing. The guards of Camelot were extremely stupid.

Leading the horse, it took Morgana twenty minutes to arrive at her hovel. Morgana was fit to collapse and her wrists were throbbing extremely painfully. It was extreme courage that made Morgana carry her sisters frail body into the hovel. When Morgana entered her hovel though, it was not empty. A young man with dark hair was lounging in a chair.

"Oh, hello," he said happily.

Thanks for reading. A lot more will be found out about Morgana's sister in the following chapter. Also why Morgana wasn't killed by the fire, will be found out. Everything is going to be linked together. Please review.